Alright I'm gonna beat your record in my own room, where it's nice and clean. Not my friend's messy basement. I think he does need to do some laundry, haha.

And for the hippies, they all live in california. Here in washington we drink.
note* I'm a Bering Sea fisherman. I work for FCA, 18 hours a day, 128 hours a week. I'm tougher than just about anyone I've met. So I'm bringing my S' game.

Sounds like we've got a good, old fashioned East Coast/West Coast crotch-drumming rivalry on our hands. And it's not going to stop until we're both dead and one of us shows up at Coachella as a hologram.

Stick the dismount next time and maybe you'll take my crown. Until then, keep practicing.

Well, I hate to be asshole at the crotch-drumming party, but if you watch the current record holder's video (yes, I am referring to myself in the third person -- that's what champions do), in addition to being struck by how well dressed the gentleman is, you'll also notice how he took the time to check the can and polish off the remaining "foam". Now, I don't know how they do things up there in Washington state, but back here in reality we follow the rules, son. And a foamy can is not an empty can. Ergo, the record does not stand. Better luck next time, hippie. Oh, and do some laundry for God's sake.

That was my subbmission and I'm fighting it tooth and nail. What came out of the can at the end was pure foam. If you look closely it is white, FOAM, beer is yellow. Also when Lawson finished his last sip his drummer had stopped drumming. So his record is more flawed than mine. I think the decision will be overturned and the record will be mine. Anyway i had a 15 second lead on the previous record so the 10th of an ounce of foam left in the can would add another 1/2 a second maybe a whole second. I beat the record fair and square despite the decision of this site.